Han Chunlei's face did not change at all, and he said loudly: "Congratulations to this customer for winning our second prize, a prize sewing machine." We do what we say, come, Brother Quan, take a hand, help this customer and carry the sewing machine out. ”

As he spoke, he slapped Cai Jingquan on the shoulder and whispered in his ear: "My own people!"

Aren't you your own people?

The person who drew the sewing machine was not someone else, it was Huang Shouye, an accountant in Dawuwei Village, Pinghu Township. In the crowd next to him stood his son Huang Aiwu.

Don't ask, the Huang father and son are the other two that Han Chunlei found in addition to Zhang Xilu and Ah Qiang.

No one else can win the second prize, and the trick to winning is very simple. The raffle box was full of tickets for the third prize.

The ticket for the second prize had long been held in Huang Shouye's right hand. He put his fist into the lottery box, made random comparisons, and then showed the second prize ticket in a high-profile manner.

Own?

Cai Jingquan got Han Chunlei's reminder, and then he came back to his senses. I wiped the sweat on my forehead, grinned, and happily went to carry the sewing machine.

The enthusiasm of everyone in the audience to touch the award was also completely stimulated by this sudden second prize.

"There really is a second prize!"

"Isn't it, they've all been touched away, so what's fake?"

"I know the one who won the lottery, it's Lao Huang who opened a scrap yard!"

"That's right, it's Lao Huang! This old boy got a sewing machine for nothing, and today is a lucky day!"

"Look, as long as you are lucky, sewing machines and big TVs are not dreams. Boss, I'm going to touch it, I'm going to touch it!"

......

Huang Shouye has this luck, but I don't?

Huang Shouye can touch the sewing machine, but I can't touch the twelve-inch TV?

The power of example is endless.

Huang Shouye collects waste near Dongmen Market, many people know him, and the stimulation brought by the people around him is even greater.

People are increasingly scrambling to join the ranks of the winners.

The sister-in-law who pulled the cloth didn't pull the cloth anymore, and the eldest brother who ate the baked cakes came to line up with the baked cakes in his mouth. There are also those who carry woven bags and hang tape measures, in short, the most important thing is to touch the prize now!

By the time the East Gate Market was closed, half of the 600 fake collars had been "touched". There are still people who want to continue to touch the prize, but Han Chunlei began to close the stall unhurriedly, and only asked those who still want to touch the prize to come back tomorrow.

Tomorrow is not the day of the ruins, but both Han Chunlei and Cai Jingquan believe that with such a beautiful start today, and the "twelve-inch Venus black and white TV" hanging, it is not difficult to touch the remaining fake collar the next day.

After finishing work, Cai Jingquan was in a good mood, and directly drove Han Chunlei back to Chikan Village on a tractor, saying that he wanted to invite Han Chunlei to dinner.

As soon as he entered the door, Cai Jingquan saw that the sewing machine that had just been "touched" was now on the dining table of his house.

Cai Jingquan's mood was even better, and he directly took out two big solidarities from his pocket, and asked Zheng Xiao'e to quickly buy a table of good wine and dishes, fried mushrooms with fat and fat, taro button meat, and salted fish and steamed river mussels......

The dishes and dishes were piled up on the table, which was much higher than the last time Han Chunlei and Zhang Xilu were invited.

"Brother Chunlei, come, let's go!" Cai Jingquan held a glass of Wuyang beer and said excitedly: "Today, brother, your 'street touch prize' has opened my eyes, brother." If it weren't for Zhang Xilu and the others coming late, these 600 fake collars would have been sold today...... I can touch it!"

As he spoke, he took a sip of a beer.

In fact, Cai Jingquan's last sentence was not a deliberate attempt to complain about Zhang Xilu's belated arrival, but purely because he was used to being a "leader" in the Dahua Factory, and he liked to point out the shortcomings in everything and brush his sense of existence as the "factory director". Although this factory director is not the real factory director, it is just sealed by the villagers.

Han Chunlei pursed his lips and smiled, and after drinking this glass of wine with him, he shook his head slightly and explained, "Brother Quan, you don't know anything." Brother Xilu, they are not late today, it should be said that they came just right, and I never expected to sell all 600 fake collars in one day today. ”

"What do you mean by that?"

Cai Jingquan watched Han Chunlei turn his hands into clouds and turn his hands into rain, and replaced his helpless fake collar for three months with green banknotes, so he didn't dare to despise Han Chunlei's words at all.

His heart moved, he opened another bottle of beer, filled it for himself and Han Chunlei, and asked, "According to what you said, brother, is it possible that Zhang Xilu and they came at the same time, what other ways are there?"

Where didn't Han Chunlei understand his intention of stealing a teacher?

Even so, he was not polite, let Cai Jingquan pour himself wine, picked up a piece of button meat while eating, and said: "Of course there is a way." Our street prize business, to put it bluntly, is not just a game. When the bazaar first opened, the sellers were busy selling their goods, and although the buyers had money in their hands, the money had a place to go. At this time, how many people will come to play the game? Only when it is time to have lunch, the seller has made money, and the things bought are almost the same, and everyone has some spare money in their hands, and this is a good time to win the prize. There's another word for that—"

Speaking of this, Han Chunlei suddenly stopped talking and stuffed the buckle meat he had just picked up into his mouth. Not to mention, Quan's sister-in-law Zheng Xiao'e's craftsmanship is really good, the meat is soft and glutinous and crispy, fat but not greasy.

"What words?" Cai Jingquan was stunned when he heard this, and then the monkey asked anxiously.

"It's called consumer psychology!" Han Chunlei touched the oil on the side of his mouth and said.

"Consumer...... Science?"

Of course, Cai Jingquan has never heard of "consumer psychology", but this name sounds like a foreigner's foreign word!

However, Han Chunlei understood the analysis just now, which made him suddenly feel like he was suddenly opened.

"So, Brother Chunlei, did you use this consumer psychology to set the time for Zhang Xilu and them to go to the bazaar?

Han Chunlei didn't hide it, and said, "Sort of." Brother Xilu and Lao Huang are all our street nurseries. Of course, this nursery is also different from that nursery, for example, Lao Huang is an acquaintance here in Dongmen Market, and if he touches the grand prize, the credibility will be higher. ”

Of course, Cai Jingquan understands the word "childcare".

Soon, he nodded inferentially and said, "I understand, I understand, if we let Zhang Xilu and them touch them, it will be difficult for people to guess that they are with us." Tomorrow, shall I arrange a babysitter, go to the black and white TV, and the rest of the sewing machine?"

"Brother Quan is smart. Han Chunlei picked up the beer, gestured, and said, "Brother, I know few people in Shenzhen, and tomorrow's 'childcare' really depends on Brother Quan to find it! Come, I toast you!"

As he spoke, he also took a sip.

Han Chunlei is not polite. The people he met here were indeed used almost perfectly. If you go down any further, it will be difficult to ensure that you will not be exposed. Cai Jingquan is a local snake after all, and Chikan Village can even hide the matter of opening a factory in private, so it is not too easy to find a few stern faces.

However, Cai Jingquan's side didn't dare to accept Han Chunlei's compliments anymore.

He picked up his wine glass and said with a wry smile: "Brother Chunlei, don't laugh at me! I can see that you are not an ordinary person, little brother." Even if you don't have my help in this matter, there will be other people who will help you, and it won't delay your fortune at all. You, you have a bright future ahead of you. This time, Brother Quan is kind of stained with your light! Come on, drink, eat, eat more. ”

......

Cai Jingquan's family is making friends. At the same time, in Dawuwei Village, Pinghu Township, Huang Shouye, who had just finished dinner, and his son were sitting in the courtyard while enjoying the coolness, while also commenting on Han Chunlei.

"Old Dou, I always feel that this kid Han Chunlei is a little slippery, let's have less contact with him in the future. Huang Aiwu said sullenly.

"Slippery head?" The swaying fan in Huang Shouye's hand stopped, turned his head and said, "Why is your head slippery?"

Huang Aiwu said: "Let's just say that he has a lottery today=, and let you go to him to be the 'nursery', isn't this asking you to help him set up a thousand bureaus? If you want me to say, you shouldn't have agreed to him at that time." ”

"Who is the boss? Who has been deceived?"

Huang Shouye asked a few questions on his face, and Huang Aiwu opened his mouth to ask, but he didn't know what to say.

Seeing his son's unpromising appearance, Huang Shouye shook his head and said, "Three yuan and five touch prizes, and three yuan and eight fake collars, what kind of loss do you eat?"

"It's not a question of money or not, it's ...... It's ......" Huang Aiwu said that the weaker his momentum became, "This is always a lie, it's not good!"

"What's so bad? When we collect scrap and bargain, don't we often say that this business is not profitable, and every penny added is a loss? Is this considered a lie? Is it difficult for you to tell the truth to others?"

Huang Aiwu usually has nothing to do and has followed his father to collect waste products many times, of course he knows this speaking skill: "How can I be so stupid? But these two things are different!"

"Things are different, but the truth is the same. Huang Shouye continued to shake his pu fan, and said with a disapproving expression: "Haven't I always taught you? In business, sometimes you just can't tell the truth, so you have to play some small tricks. As long as one does not break the law and the other does not violate one's conscience, this means is a good means. ”

"So, Lao Dou, do you still think Han Chunlei is good?"

"Not only is it good! Don't say that you didn't get into college, you really got into college. got a college diploma, and he doesn't necessarily have half of Chun Lei Zai's ability. ”

"Lao Dou, what you say is too exaggerated, right? I am your son, do you look down on your son so much?" Huang Aiwu was not convinced.

"It's not an exaggeration, it's not an exaggeration at all!"

Huang Shouye shook the fan lightly, looked appreciative, and sighed, "This boy, a white wolf with empty gloves, used two hundred yuan to buy six hundred fake collars. I made a new thing of 'street prize grab', and replaced this batch of fake collars at the bottom of the box with banknotes without much effort. This is a big deal of more than 2,000 banknotes! It was actually made by a seventeen-year-old offspring of his. According to my father, this boy has an unlimited future. ”